Humane

It was a day for joyful tears.
                        It was a day for newborn fears.
                My daughters’ Confirmation I am so proud.
                 I speak of her to others, and I speak loud.
             AS we left the service, my eyes never looked down.
            I never saw that June Bug crawling upon the ground.
          My daughter stepped upon him, while sunning on a rock.
        His face, his legs, and one antennae crushed; he was in shock.
                           Daddy, Daddy, please fix him.
          I became Doctor Daddy, to appease my daughters’ whim.
     I picked up the June Bug, left his antenna, legs, and face in stone. 
         My daughter spoke softly, I know he does not live alone.
            The saline glistening tear running down my cheek.
          My dearest darling daughter, heed the words I speak.
This June Bug suffered so much pain : to let him die would be Humane.
        On the quiet ride home, I could see my daughter ponder.
                  Then she said to me , DADDY : I wonder.

When we go to hospital, to see GRANDMA-- Will you be  HUMANE ?
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Gelok Avatar
March 13, 2022 at 12:22 PM
This really hits a nerve doesn't it? We take life for granted not thinking of the future when our loved ones lay, waiting their time! What should we do? "Out of the mouths of babes". I really like your thought prevoking poem. Thankyou.
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December 26, 2011 at 9:19 PM
Wow. This poem is astounding! I enjoyed reading this this poetic story of your life. Very interesting. I haven't seen a June Bug in years. They are so cute. Always, Laura
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